[quote=@DeadDrop] [hider=A.Steele] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/3b/ec/783becaff55f15515d79a666bce582d7.jpg[/img] [sup][b][ [i]"[/i][/b][color=E0FFFF]I'll fucking corpse you.[/color][b][i]"[/i] ][/b][/sup][/center] [color=gray]π™½πšŠπš–πšŽ: [/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Adrian Steele[/i][/color][/indent] [color=gray]π™°πšπšŽ:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Thirty-Four[/i][/color][/indent][color=gray]πš‚πšŽπš‘:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Male[/i][/color][/indent][color=gray]π™°πšπšπš’πš•πš’πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Freelance Merc[/i][/color][/indent][color=gray]π™°πš™πš™πšŽπšŠπš›πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Steele stands at six foot four, he appears to have various brandings, scars and tattoos around his face and head. He is bald, clearly and it appears he has been for a while. He wears a blue fleeced jacket and under it an old faded punk rock band T. He wears a pair of old navy BDUs which are too faded in color. On his feet are a pair of black combat boots commonly used by Corporate Police. He appears to be of a muscular build and stands with solid stature, he always appears to be standing tall or atleast that's what he shows - at least. He has bags under his eyes, probably from sleep deprevivation [/i][/color][/indent] [color=gray]π™ΏπšŽπš›πšœπš˜πš—πšŠπš•πš’πšπš’:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]Adrian is rather cold to those he dosen't trust, he analyzes everyone he meets and takes a course of action after meeting them. It can range from being friendly and cordial while he can change to a mean and ruthless brute. In private he is a quiet man who keeps to himself, his outward persona usually changes to fit the situation but around long term friends that persona may fade. Adrian isn't one to hold his tongue, he will speak his mind, his thoughts and opinions on a situation. If a job is bad he'll say it, despite back lash or any hate or praise he may get. He's honest and sticks to telling the truth - when he isn't under cover. [/i][/color][/indent][center][color=E0FFFF] Honest [color=white]β€’[/color] Disturbed [color=white]β€’[/color] Sympathetic [color=white]β€’[/color] Crude[/color][/center] [color=gray]π™±πš’πš˜:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]So, a washed up Corporate dog? It almost seems fitting that Adrian Steele use to be a Corporate cop, before Eurocop began to regulate everything. It's one of the paths street kids end up in, the gangs, the corps or the dead. All three very simple in nature, but situations change and people die, people get hurt and emotions run high. Especially WEST District, the last past ten years had been tough especially with the 17DEM and Eurocop going at it. Adrian started out as a Corporate Cop, he used to protect Executives, protect corporate property and take out the trash every once in a while. That was before the corps merged with Eurocop and Adrian lost his job, the young Adrian Steele took what he had as a Corporate dog and went into bounty hunting. Crime pays, but Bounties pay even better. To fit into the life style Adrian got some tattoos, new threads, the scars and brandings were gained while he was on jobs. Sometimes captured, sometimes injured, an injury just meant a new story for Adrian to tell. This was the 9-5 for Adrian, grab some low level scum cash the bounty and go home and go out the next day. Was as in, past tense. When Adrian's sister, Maggie was crippled, the medical bills to keep her alive in the hospital were staggering. Adrian stepped up his game, went after some dark people and hauled in some high ranking 17DEM "terrorists". Adrian isn't liked and now isn't the time to start making amends, make the money, pay the debts, save Maggie and maybe become famous at the same time. Simple right? Nothing ever is. [/i][/color][/indent] [color=gray]π™³πš’πšœπšπš›πš’πšŒπš:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]DST-16-WEST[/i][/color][/indent] [color=gray]πš†πšŽπšŠπš™πš˜πš—(𝚜):[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=5F9EA0]Β»[/color][color=silver][i][hider=Cobray Street Sweeper][img]http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/6/6c/CobrayStreetSweeper.jpg/500px-CobrayStreetSweeper.jpg[/img]Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.[/hider][/i][/color][/indent] [indent][color=5F9EA0]Β»[/color][color=silver][i][hider=Glock 22 Gen 3][img]https://palmettostatearmory.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/370x370/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/_/1/.1_5.jpeg[/img] 15 round mag, 40 smith and wesson. Old world deadly.[/hider][/i][/color][/indent] [hider=Bundeswehr Type 4 FallschirmjΓ€ger-Messer ][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a6/25/0c/a6250cedd5478f18eb24ccbafdafbb9e.jpg[/img]A six inch old world gravity knife with brass knuckles on it, comes with some cute skulls. They are skulls right?[/hider] [color=gray]π™°πš›πš–πš˜πšžπš›:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [hider=Ghost Corporate Kevlar][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/84/51/14/845114e17d550765893b6d047e28651f.jpg[/img]It could stop a few bullets, maybe. Level IIIA slim black corporate armor, hidden under his jacket.[/hider] [color=gray]π™²πš’πš‹πšŽπš›πš—πšŽπšπš’πšŒπšœ:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [color=silver][i]N/A[/i][/color] [color=gray]π™°πšŒπšŒπš˜πšžπš—πš π™±πšŠπš•πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][i]2500[/i][/color][/indent] [color=gray]π™Ύπšπš‘πšŽπš›:[/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281202923516461066/332620310199402496/Blink.gif[/img] [indent][color=silver][color=5F9EA0]Β»[/color] [i]Don't fuck with maggie, you'll regret it. [/i][/color][/indent] [/hider] [/quote] I like whats here, but is this just a copy/paste of your Terra Evolution CS? I appreciate that I haven't added too much in regards to setting right now, but if you could adjust it to fit with the Shadows world, that would be really appreciated :) I'll be adding more useful infomation about world building tonight, if that helps. [quote=@MagratheanWhale] I assume, based on the setting and the pictures provided, that we are allowed to have modifications (say replaced arms) on our characters? I am definitely interested in this story! Working on deciding between two characters, and then I'll be working on a sheet! [/quote] Yep! Modification and cybernetics are a big part of the setting. Looking forwards to seeing which character you decide on! [quote=@Naril] Are our characters meant to be operating together for an external reason related to an overarching plot, or is this an every-person-for-themselves sandbox? [/quote] The overarching plot is the hunt for the Golden Disk, but whether characters band together, side with an in-game faction, or try and grab it for themselves is up to you! There will be advantages and disadvantages to whichever option you decide on. [quote=@ElRey814] [hider=Name: Casio Flores] [center][img]https://pre00.deviantart.net/e4de/th/pre/f/2018/165/8/e/augmented_geralt_by_coupleofkooks-dceepif.png[/img][/center] [center]Nickname: The Florist[/center] Gender: Male Age: 68, appears early 40’s [hider=Appearance:] Best known by his pseudonym, The Florist stands at a little under six feet, carrying what appears a fairly nondescript, average build. At a glance he would scarcely stand out amongst a crowd of degenerates. But with a carefully trained eye one might glean that he is no commoner. Even beneath an unruly tousle of graying hair and a face covered in unkempt scruff he cannot fully mask the sculpted bone structure of Earth’s highborn society. Were you to catch his eyes in a certain light, you might notice the circuitry hidden within the soft blue iris, or the faded scars which seem to carefully line his musculature. Most obvious clue of his augmentation is the Neural Nub above his left ear. Casio isn’t flashy, he wears whatever allows him to blend easiest, generally favoring whatever would draw the least amount of attention in a particular situation; usually that means long sleeves and a hat, but he is just as comfortable in a three-piece suit, lab coat or a stolen delivery uniform.[/hider] [hider=Personality:] One doesn't spend their life lurking amongst the criminal elite, the insanely wealthy, their hired killers, corporate goons and an ocean of hopeless junkies without learning how people tick. Casio understands people, and his body language drips with an apathetic confidence, casually drifting through any number of social situations with ease.[/hider] [hider=Bio:] Born into a world of gratuitous luxury, self indulgence and backstabbing, Casio learned very quickly how to avoid conflict and play people against one another. His father, Desmond Flores, a politician and gun manufacturer had become one of the wealthiest men on Earth from capitalizing on various global conflicts and selling to both sides. While this placed his family in a tenuous position among the old-money of high society, money is still money and as a boy it would grant him all kinds of opportunities and the best education it could buy. He quickly showed an aptitude for engineering and chemistry, a gift only enhanced by the expensive litany of bio-implants he received as he grew. Chasing his father’s promising political career, the family relocated to the growing colony of Mars in 2066; leaving their native planet in favor of the sprawling metropolis of Thimb, the older, larger, sister city to Arcadia. After attending a number of prestigious academies across Mars, Casio found himself working for NuBio Ltd. One of the largest corporations on Mars which competes at the cutting edge of pharmaceutical and augmentation technologies. His naturally affinity towards machinery and chemistry was quickly honed to a razor’s edge while working on the highest grade experimental cybernetics and performance enhancers the UEA had to offer. By the time of his 30th birthday, he was more machine than man, virtually every facet of his body enhanced or otherwise altered to further his research. In the coming years he would push the envelope on both fronts, being placed onto the board of NuBio’s R&D branch. His relentless pursuit in the name of science would catapult NuBio’s stock values and help solidify them as one of the most powerful subsidiaries of the UEA; eventually leading he and his team to develop a drug that would change life on Mars forever : Transdermal Reduction and Neural Consciousness Enhancer or Trance The drug’s use would quickly spin out of control, government and corporate oversight ratcheting down heavily on any bold or foolish enough to continue pursuing its applications. Flores was one such casualty, refusing to abandon his brainchild for what he believed to be nominal side effects. NuBio would waste no time in cutting ties with their golden goose, landing Flores promptly out on his golden ass with very little to show for it. His assets were seized, his credit accounts frozen for β€œredistribution” as he was scapegoated for being the sole originator of what was now considered a societal bane. The blacklisting extended to his family, now as sitting Chancellor of Economy in Thimb, Desmond Flores would disown his β€œdelinquent son” to save his own image. Try as they might, no power in human history has been able to snuff out the desire to change consciousness and the damage was already done. Demand for the drug in subsequent years has only grown, and with what is arguably the most intimate knowledge of the drug’s development available, whoever deals with Flores has access to some of the purest form of Trance and with it a constant flow of capital. As a man in high demand, Flores has used his one of kind knowledge as a shield. Now free of oversight committees and nursing a grudge against the corporate oligarchy, he has busied himself cozying up to whichever underhanded organizations or well-connected gangs would grant him use of their facilities. The Black Brethren, Iron Salamanders, even The Machine Cult of Vir’tsung have contracted with The Florist, receiving his signature bright blue ultra-refined Trance, or his advanced knowledge of augmentation and implants, which he can use to enhance, replace or repair. The Florist has been quietly orchestrating and encouraging a coordinated attack on the Os-Net Server Hubs, in an attempt to expand the influence of The Warp. News of the Golden Disk changes things, with access to the legendary item, he could crash the entire grid, cutting off Mars and granting him a direct say in how the red planet would be rebuilt.[/hider] [hider=Other:] - Casio is master chemist. Give him the products under your sink, he'll give you a bomb. Give him access to a janitor's closet, he'll give you a liquid that can melt straight through augmented flesh. Give him a lab? There's virtually nothing he couldn't create. Steroids to the modern equivalent of a healing potion. - The Florist is augmented, but not for combat. While he's a little bit quicker & noticeably stronger than an average man his age, and the optical enhancements & hand/eye sync programs technically provide a mild benefit when using a firearm, they are far more suited for careful, dexterous work like cybernetic repair. A skin integrated bioweave, standard issue for high-level R&D experts due to the dangerous nature of working with robotics monitors organ function & blood circulation and makes him slightly more resilient to chemical, burn and blunt trauma. An experimental and highly illegal Neural Lace allows him to interact, reset or undermine certain security precautions or checkpoints, typically with little to no register on the firewall systems of Os-Net. [/hider] [/hider] [/quote] I absolutely LOVE the details in regards to Flores' backstory, and the fleshing out of the setting, especially in regards to Trance, that you've got going on here. The only thing I'd alter is changing Arcadia's sister city from "Thimb" to something like "Eden" or "Datong", in order to keep with the theme of mega-cities being named after mythological utopias, but other than that the Florist is accepted! Feel free to add him to the CS tab. [quote=@Sir Parzival] Alright, so I have my character ready, I just don't know how to do the thing that DeadDrop and ElRey have done, excuse me for being new to this, I just don't want to be the only one who's posted it without the cool drop down bar. [/quote] No need to apologize! We were all new here, once. What Cider said is correct.